na ata na pata sochati hai yeh kya
na hai sar na hai panv kaunsa iska ganv
phatphati si lage chatpati si lage
kuchh nahi hai magar dosti si lage
na badalati na sambhalati
yu yeh jamati yu pighalati
kya hai yeh kya pata kya hai yeh kya pata
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu

na ata na pata sochata hai yeh kya
na hai sar na hai panv kaunsa iska ganv
ghus gaya kaise yeh dil me kis rasten
bewkuff thoda sa aaste aaste
apne me duba sa hai yeh ajuba sa
kya musibat hai yeh kya musibat hai yeh
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu

kaise karu unn bato ka yakin jo kehta hi nahi
yeh rok leta hai jin khayalo ko kehta hi nahi
kaise karu mai usse koyi bat jo din ho ya ho rat
udati hai phirati hai
ek pal jo kahi pe rehati nahi
kya hai yeh kya pata kya hai yeh kya pata
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu

na ata na pata sochati hai yeh kya
na hai sar na hai panv kaun sa iska ganv
kya musibat hai yeh kya musibat hai yeh
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu
intejar aitbar isse pyar
intejar aitbar isse pyar
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu
intejar aitbar isse pyar
intejar aitbar isse pyar
intejar aitbar isse pyar kaise karu

No origin, no trace, what does it ponder?
No head nor feet, what is its homeland?
Fickle it seems, then lively it gleams,
Nothing at all, yet friendship it seems.
Never shifting, never steady,
It hardens so, then melts ready.
What is this, who knows, what is this, who knows?
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?

No origin, no trace, what does it ponder?
No head nor feet, what is its homeland?
How did it enter, through which winding way?
Foolish, a little, gently it will stay.
Lost in itself, a wonder it seems,
What a torment, what a torment it seems.
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?

How to believe the words it will not speak?
The thoughts it stifles, secrets it will keep.
How to converse, if day or night it be,
It flies, it drifts,
A moment nowhere it will be free.
What is this, who knows, what is this, who knows?
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?

No origin, no trace, what does it ponder?
No head nor feet, what is its homeland?
What a torment, what a torment it seems.
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?
Longing, belief, to love this so,
Longing, belief, to love this so,
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?
Longing, belief, to love this so,
Longing, belief, to love this so,
Longing, belief, how can I love this so?